Fits

I have a incredible ability to forget when things don't always go so well.....I guess it is probably a good thing for the most part....but I did want to share 3 fits that we had while on our trip in San Francisco.....Dylan was only responsible for one of them....
Dylan's Fit----truly Dylan was a champ for most of the trip....on the plane ride home Dylan slept most of the way and woke for the landing....at that time we tried to put on Dylan's croc's (his favorite pair of comfy sandals) he didn't want his shoes on...so to avoid a melt down at landing we didn't push it....fully understanding that this was all about control ...he loves these shoes...he just wanted control and was testing us...as we got off the plane and knowing we couldn't carry him through the airport that it was time and necessary to put his shoes on....we got his shoes on and he immediately started to scream and cry....Collin took his shoes off....I was like seriously Collin you didn't just take his shoes off....we discussed our dilemma and decided that Dylan needed to put his shoes on....we stopped at a passenger waiting area and I held Dylan as Collin put the shoes on this screaming and crying little boy...once the shoes were on Dylan proceeded to throw himself on the ground...his usual fit throwing position...we stayed next to him...explained to him how he has to wear his shoes and offered to carry him....the good news is Dylan's entire fits last about 2 minutes at most...but in the corner was this most awful woman ever.....she was completely appalled at our parenting skills....she of course only caught the tail end of the entire ordeal...she caught the holding the child down and putting on the shoes part.....of course we both already feel terrible and really didn't need her to make it even worse....within 45 seconds or so...Collin was able to pick Dylan up and off we went within another minute or so he was begging to get down to run to the unmanned golf cart and to check it out....the fit and hating wearing his shoes long forgotten.....the mean old terrible woman etched in our minds for sometime

Fit #2- that would be my fit....driving in a city that you don't know...much less one as busy and congested as San Francisco can be very stressful....Collin was driving so I am not sure why it was so stressful for me but it was....we are preparing to return the rental car...and the gps and the road signs aren't matching....well they really were...but I was reading them wrong...so they were not matching up in my mind....anyways I got very stressed because I told Collin to turn and he didn't turn....he didn't turn because the GPS told him not to turn...I got angry and asked him why he didn't listen to me...that he was suppose to turn....he then got anxious...well because I was stressed and anxious because I thought we missed the turn..he made a complete detour and tried to follow my directions...and just as he was about to turn where I told him to turn.....as we read the sign correctly it was obvious that I was wrong....very wrong....he will never admit it but I know he was very pleased with me making a entire ass of myself...I laughed nervously and completely apologized...he followed up with the comment that if we were on The Amazing Race I would get tons of hate mail for my behavior....he is probably right I would have....but with the next fit....he would get some mail himself

Fit #3- Collin's fit.....yes he has fits....he isn't as perfect as all of you think....though pretty close....
anyways we are making our way to the airport on our final day....we just got off the cable car bus and headed downstairs to the subway....we make our way to the ticket counter----let me remind you that we live in a city that has approximately 10 major intersections on 4 main roads....so we are not very familiar with subways.....as we get situated drop our luggage and car seat..we figure out that this automated ticket machine does not take credit cards but it states that one down the way will...we head down the hall to the next set of ticket machines....we figure out how much we need the ticket for our trip fares.....Collin begins to try to work the machine...and gets totally frustrated and starts yelling that the dumb thing doesn't work and threatens to hit the machine.....yes he has these crazy moments of outburst...as he takes a moment to calm down...I begin to play with the ticket machine and figure out how it works....as I am getting the tickets he decides to re engage and goes to hit the wrong button...I tell him don't hit that button....he actually has enough nerve to tell me that I didn't need to yell...though he just finished yelling and screaming and having a melt down because he thinks the machine is broken....I would imagine that this would make pretty good Amazing Race Footage....I can see them showing Collin having a mini melt down yelling and screaming and threatening to break the machine and then cutting to me getting the machine to work and him getting made again and telling me not to yell when he tries to help and is hitting the wrong buttons..........I quickly added a quick comment that his behavior might get him some unfavorable Amazing Race commentary of his own....thrilled and relieved that we got our tickets we both had a quick laugh and made our way on to the subway.......